Shes Cold.

She has a porcelain face
Skin china and pale
She blends in with the snow.

Her hair almost white
Laced with snow flakes
Shes a living rose in the wintertime.

Her eyes, covered in frost
Send a chill down your spine
With a single glance you feel numb.

Her fingers are ice
With the lightest touch you cringe in pain
As your veins freeze from the cold.

Shes the beauty of winter
The ice, The frost
The Cold.

Shes cold.
Harsh.
Mean.

Her heart is frozen
Unable to melt
Yet he loves her all the same.